Lucretia's clones relentlessly attacked Asura until sweat drenched his clothes with a sour, manly scent. His body ached so much that he struggled to stand.
He felt like he had gained a lot from Lucretia. Her clones weren't solid like Verona's but shadows that could attack, block and defend. They also had a limited time to exist before returning to her body.
Da Da Da! Pah!
Her body, like a dancing swan, dealt a brutal combo of six kicks before pushing against his cheek with a palm attack.
However, Asura's eyes were gleaming with a golden light, and twisting his body, he subconsciously mimicked her style, a very primitive copy but enough to surprise Lucretia as Asura's foot landed on her abdomen.